But it bothered her that the one company that canceled was a referral from Ana.
* * *
Wes greeted her with a wide boyish smile that immediately brightened her mood.
Going up on tiptoes, she kissed him, loving how he leaned down to meet her halfway. His hand went to her hip.
“I missed you,” he said.
The admission smoothed away any lingering tension from the end of her day. She cupped his cheek. “Careful. You might be getting addicted.”
She didn’t need to show all her cards. He laughed, closed the door behind her.
“I’m surprisingly okay with that. What’s in the bag?”
She followed him through the apartment, detouring to the kitchen to put the bag in the fridge. “I brought fruit cup salads with a twist.”
When she turned, he was right there. She laughed. “You’re awfully cuddly. What’s going on?”
He bobbed his eyebrows. “What’s the twist?”
She went up on tiptoes, kissed his smooth jaw. “Brownies.”
He laughed. “Why did I even ask?” He took her hand, pulled her to the couch. “We’ll eat after.”
She tucked her hand in the back pocket of his jeans as she followed. He didn’t wear them often but damn they looked good. “I like the sound of that.”
Wes glanced over his shoulder, shooting her one of those drool-worthy smiles. “We’ll do that after, too.”
She laughed when he turned, pretended to toss her on the couch. He came down with her, landing beside her. “First, I want you to play a game.”
“A game?” She shifted on the couch, getting more comfortable by tucking her legs under her. She’d gotten decent enough at his favorites but she didn’t love any of them in particular. They’d spent several evenings with him playing while she came up with new salad recipes or read.
“Yup.” He opened the laptop.
“Don’t we need your console?” He had several and though she, again, didn’t have a favorite, his excitement was contagious. “Is it new?”
He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes as he typed something. “Brand-new.”
He put the laptop on her lap, glued himself to her side. The screen was blank.
She looked at Wes, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re so excited.”
He turned his face, met her gaze. “I just want you to know I heard you. I want you to know you matter to me.”
Her heart slid right in his direction. “I do know that.”
Wes practically bounced in his seat and gestured to the screen. “Hit the space bar, follow the directions.”
She did as he asked, completely unsure what to expect. Following the instructions on the screen, she used a combination of arrows, the mouse, and the keyboard to walk an adorable character, named Wes, through a series of tasks. His goal was to get through the maze to an equally adorable character, Hailey. By making the correct choices—flowers over diamonds, chocolate over chips, dogs over cats, tea instead of coffee—he was able to open new pathways. She purposely chose a couple of wrong answers to see what would happen.
Covering her mouth, she tried to stem her tears, pointing at the screen when on-screen Wes sat down, head in his hands, revealing his disappointment. Then she got another chance to try, making the right choices. When he finally cleared the path to on-screen Hailey, the two characters kissed. Little hearts floated over their heads.
Unable to stop the tears, she set the laptop down on the table. When she turned to fully face Wes, he winced. “You’re crying. Do you hate it?”
She sniffled indelicately but was too overwhelmed to care that the ugly tears were trying to show up. She shook her head. “I. Love. It.” She had to slow the words, put emphasis on each one so she didn’t accidentally swap “it” with “you.”
Her breath came out shaky. Wes reached for her, ran his thumb under her eyes. “Hey. Hey. Come here,” he whispered.
She curled into him, swallowing down the tears. “You are quite possibly the sweetest man in the universe.”
His chest rumbled with laughter under her cheek. “The chances of that are slim but as long as you think so, that’s all that matters.”
They lay there for a while, her breathing him in, doing her best to get her emotions somewhat contained. Hoping she didn’t look like a puffy mess, she leaned back, smiled up at him. Wes stroked her hair away from her face, pressed a kiss to her cheek, trailed along, up, over her temple, across her forehead.
Before his lips touched hers, it occurred to her he’d created a game. An actual on-screen game.